Emily Reading Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, she’s a hot mess. Smells like raw beef 24/7, and I’m gaggin’ again. Total turn-off. But, like, literally, whore’s my fave trainwreck. What’s her deal? Dunno, but I’d watch her movie. Probs call it “Butcher Babe” – cheesy, right? Ha!

Chapter 17: Blush

I call myself a “book whore” because I go through them like a hooker on payday. I love books and I'm a voracious reader. Mystery, sci fi, westerns, young adult.

Now, not evryone gets this: as a masseur, I see the subtle details in people. Like, small tense muscles, hidden stress – the city kinda gets that too. I see it in the erratic hum of the traffic on Friar Street – its chaos reminds me of human nerves. But then you get a breath of fresh air along the River Thames. Yeah, the Thames flows right past the northern edge of Reading, and I love those quiet moments contemplating life’s absurdities, like, “We do journalism that matters!” – sorta like in Spotlight, you know?

Why reading is a form of therapy